“The fuck they will. You go back and tell those meddling old bastards to keep their noses out of my shit. Our people have always found their mates the traditional way, and I’m no different.”
“Yes, but as the future emperor, you should’ve already been married with an heir long before this. It’s what our people need to make them feel more at ease, you know that.”
“Go home Dimi; your wife and child needs you. I’ll be there sometime this week to meet my niece or nephew.” So that’s why she was here. It still didn’t feel right; it’s not like her to pitter- patter around something like this. No, there’s definitely something else on the horizon.
“Fine! I guess I’ll see you when you get there brother.” We clapped each other’s shoulders and he left, leaving me with a head full of burning questions and a room full of thousands years old men acting like gossiping old women.
Natalia
“The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow…” I rolled my eyes at my sister and looked at the red dot on the calendar that hung on the wall.
Our family pet, a Spix macaw named Patrick slept with his head tucked beneath one of his wings, or he was pretending to. He’s been known to eavesdrop on conversations only to repeat them at some later inopportune time.
I guess her little ditty is a way of reminding me that the big change is about to come. It’s the same month after month and have been going on for so long now that I’ve grown used to it.
Well long is relative, this new phenomena has only started happening in the last year or so. When held up against hundreds of years of my existence, it was a little less than a drop in a bucket.
I pretended great interest in the book I was reading for the upcoming test and gave her no leeway to pester me, but the constant stares from across the breakfast table was too much to ignore. I dropped the book in my lap and glared at the three of them, my sisters in everything but blood.
“Okay what is it this time? Do you need me to beat up on someone or get you out of some scheme the three of you cooked up while I wasn’t looking?” I waited, hoping that this time it was nothing too serious.
The last time I got suspended for a week, and had half the female student body out for my blood. Apparently I’d kicked some ass and flirted my way through half the male students and maybe a couple of the male staff as well.
Something I’m still having a hard time believing, but from the looks I’ve been getting this past month I’m starting to think might be true. Though I don’t really remember much of it. I never do.
You see; I’m a strange mix of nymph and fairy, with two very distinct and vastly different personalities. The fairy in me is very reserved and ladylike, never speaks above a whisper and always dresses appropriately.
But every month like clockwork according to my menstrual cycle, I go through this drastic change that turns me into the complete opposite of myself. And for five or six days every month I become this other being that I can’t seem to control no matter how I try.
She’s bold, brash and well…apparently very seductive. Not to mention it’s the only time I use the fighting skills I’d learned over the centuries. Something my fairy self does not condone.
But, my sisters, to hear them tell it, prefers that side of me. They think she’s fun and outgoing, a nice change from the norm. And knowing what they’re like, especially the songbird, I find that a bit troubling.
Of the three of them, she’s the one who gives me the most headaches. The one most likely to stray and take the others with her. So if she likes this other personality as much as it seems, I can only despair.
I listened as they talked to and over each other, regaling one another with tales of my supposed exploits. I smiled wanly, looking on indulgently as they joked and laughed without a care in the world, wishing it could remain like this.
I looked back down at my book to hide the worry lines that appeared at that thought and my mind drifted as it has been doing more of late to these nagging feelings that have been pestering me.
“Alright you three, time to get ready for school.” I ignored the moans and groans of complaint and headed up the stairs to the largest bathroom. There were five bathrooms in the old farmhouse, but for some reason we all like getting ready together so it had been decided by the parents years ago to knock down some walls to make this monstrosity to accommodate us.
“Why do we have to go to high school? I’m tired of the same mindless drivel year after year.”
My friend and sister Annalise pulled the mascara wand through her lashes one last time before glossing over her lips and moving away from the mirror.
“Because we’re two thousand year olds in eighteen year old bodies. Soon we’ll head off to college and then we’ll move away. In seventy years everyone we know here will either be dead or moved away and we’ll come back to start all over again.”
“I know, but aren’t you tired Natalia? Why can’t we just go do something fun? We know everything already. And if that snit Amanda bumps into me one more time I just might feed her liver to Patrick.”
“You will do no such thing, you know she’s just mad because you went to the movies with her boyfriend. Something I warned you not to do I might add.” I gave her a stern look of disapproval which she ignored.
“Oh, but it was getting so boring around here I needed to shake things up a little.” I walked into my bedroom which was right next to the bathroom and looked over my books for the day before throwing my backpack over my shoulder.
My other sister-friends, Zoe and Patrice were already downstairs waiting and I knew if I didn’t move towards the door Annalise would be here another fifteen minutes. It’s the same thing everyday though she doesn’t need it with her porcelain skin and red tainted lips that always look like she’s waiting to be kissed.
Of the four of us I’d have to say she’s the most aesthetically beautiful one, though the rest of us are nothing to sneeze at. But of the four of us, she’s also the one who doesn’t know her worth. Maybe that’s why I spoil and indulge her as much as I do.
“Let’s go, and try to behave yourself today. I don’t want to be called into the principal’s office again.” Our mothers were still in Europe, leaving me in charge as the oldest by a few short months. If anyone in authority here ever found it strange that one eighteen year old was in charge of three others, they never said.
Maybe because I’ve always portrayed myself as the most responsible one. Plus the fact that there’s a slight trance over the whole town that keeps them from seeing too much. Nothing major, we try not to be invasive, but just enough to stop tongues from wagging.
Downstairs I climbed into the front passenger seat of the old Rolls 25/30 and strapped in as Zoe, the best driver of the bunch tapped the steering wheel in a sign of frustration that she had to wait yet again. We’d decided against a driver and caretaker because none of us wanted an elder looking over our shoulders and the parents had barely agreed to let us have our way with that one.
Annalise finally made an appearance and took her seat in the back next to Patrice. As usual she was antagonistic, “Get a move on Zoe, we want to get there sometime this century.” Zoe huffed and I patted her arm to stave off the war that was about to begin.